Short Ode to Futility: 1 Comment

Elliott Kolker wrote,

We both moved to Bo Bo, there met Bobby Wall,
Like immigrants past, became friends through baseball,
Though he moved back east, our good friendship remains,
“Shared Love of the Game” through shared emails maintains.
He’s Georgian, in high school, Braves moved to his scene,
In bleachers, an usher when he’s just sixteen,
Past forty in Bo Bo when “Braves…winner…found,”
Excited, forgot in Milwaukee once crowned;
I’m pleased for my buddy; His poem I extol,
Inspired, from first line, this title I stole: